dear body,
i hate you. will i uncover my mirrors? i want to look at my reflection without hatred. i want to feel beautiful, as i am. body, when i don't see you, i can pretend i don't hate you. body, every guy that pretended to love me would recognize you, but no one knows you. they never touched you with kindness, never pulling punches. why do you only feel beautiful in dark, naked photos; do i need to be contorted to be beautiful? does the excitement of danger behind it make looking at yourself palatable? body, why do i let people use me? why cant i stand up for you. i want to love you, i want nothing more than to think you're as beautiful as the lies boys tell me to get close to you. body, i'm sorry i've hurt you. i'm sorry i turn emotional pain into physical; i'm sorry i bite you, bruise you, bleed you.
my body, i've hated you for so long i wouldn't know what it is to love you.
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoetryPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
